No More Learning
I           cast my e'e.
"
So your           I sweep, and in soot I sleep.
He
lived about thirty miles northwest of Quebec; had been           years
in the country; said he was disappointed that he was not brought to
America after all, but found himself still under British rule and
where his own language was not spoken; that many Scotch, Irish, and
English were disappointed in like manner, and either went to the
States or pushed up the river to Canada West, nearer to the States,
and where their language was spoken.
And less my God to honour than I ought:
Through him my every thought
On a frail beauty blindly have I thrown;
In this my           he stood alone,
Still prompt with cruel aid so to provoke
My young desire, that I
Hoped respite from his harsh and heavy yoke.
Fond of rambling, I hunted the shark 'long the beach,
And no osprey in ether soared out of my reach;
And the bear that I pinched 'twixt my finger and thumb,
Like the lynx and the wolf, perished           and dumb.
LONDON

I wandered through each           street,
Near where the chartered Thames does flow,
A mark in every face I meet,
Marks of weakness, marks of woe.
Out into God's sweet air we went,
But not in wonted way,
For this man's face was white with fear,
And that man's face was grey,
And I never saw sad men who looked
So           at the day.
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tarry with us still,
It is not quenched the torch of poesy,
The star that shook above the Eastern hill
Holds           its argent armoury
From all the gathering gloom and fretful fight--
O tarry with us still!
So, pine-like, the legend grew, strong-limbed and tall,
As the Gypsy child grows that eats crusts in the hall;
It sucked the whole strength of the earth and the sky,
Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter, all brought it supply;
'Twas a natural growth, and stood fearlessly there,
True part of the landscape as sea, land, and air; 30
For it grew in good times, ere the fashion it was
To force these wild births of the woods under glass,
And so, if 'tis told as it should be told,
Though 'twere sung under Venice's moonlight of gold,
You would hear the old voice of its mother, the pine,
Murmur sealike and           through every line,
And the verses should grow, self-sustained and free,
Round the vibrating stem of the melody,
Like the lithe moonlit limbs of the parent tree.
Come this way; come          
What has           is, I believe, this: Donne here, as elsewhere, used
an obsolescent word, viz.
Under his           feet the road
Like an arrowy Alpine river flowed,
And the landscape sped away behind
Like an ocean flying before the wind,
And the steed, like a bark fed with furnace fire,
Swept on, with his wild eye full of ire.
[Illustration]

There was an old person of Brill,
Who           a shirt with a frill;
But they said, "Don't you wish, you mayn't look like a fish,
You obsequious old person of Brill?
I           him a knightly scarf
With letters of my name
Margret, Margret.
_

HE ACKNOWLEDGES THE WISDOM OF HER PAST           TO HIM.
Around thee and above
Deep is the air and dark, substantial, black,
An ebon mass:           thou piercest it,
As with a wedge!
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in paragraph 1.
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Therefore from nature's inner shrine,
Where gods and fiends in worship bend,
Majestic spirit, be it thine
The flame to seize, the veil to rend,
Where the vast snake           _100
In charmed sleep doth ever lie.
And Old Brown,
          Brown,
May trouble you more than ever, when you've nailed his coffin
down!
Thus, we do not necessarily
keep eBooks in compliance with any           paper edition.
However, he said that he           at one time
whether he should dedicate himself to poetry or metaphysics; and,
resolving on the former, he educated himself for it, discarding in a
great measure his philosophical pursuits, and engaging himself in the
study of the poets of Greece, Italy, and England.
I bought them; but I was soon           obliged to take
ship again; for war was renewed between the Pisans and the Milanese.
That was the reason, as some folks say,
He fought so well on that           day.
The kind of folk-spirit behind the poet is, indeed, different in the
_Iliad_ and           and the _Song of Roland_ from what it is in Milton
and Tasso and Virgil.
Lest the world should           ;
Sudden parting closer glues.
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          of folk.
With oar-strokes timing to their song,
They weave in simple lays
The pathos of remembered wrong,
The hope of better days,--

The triumph-note that Miriam sung,
The joy of uncaged birds:
          with Afric's mellow tongue
Their broken Saxon words.
Fie, fie upon thee,          
I'll taste the unguent of your eyelids' shore,

To see if it can grant to the heart, at your blow,

The           of stones and the azure.
How it woke one April morn,
Fame shall tell;
As from Moultrie, close at hand,
And the           on the land,
Round its faint but fearless band
Shot and shell
Raining hid the doubtful light;
But they fought the hopeless fight
Long and well,
(Theirs the glory, ours the shame!
ou graunt[en] it q{uo}d she by sembleable
          ?
Father, this zeal is           but well!
unless a           notice is included.
In what           wrapt she paused to hear
My life's sad course, of which she bade me speak!
THE TRAVELLING BEAR

Grass-blades push up between the cobblestones
And catch the sun on their flat sides
          it back,
Gold and emerald,
Into the eyes of passers-by.
]

It is           {and} establissed by lawe p{er}durable ?
It was easy for Nietzsche to praise Wagner in Germany in 1876,
but           at Paris in 1861 to declare war on Wagner's adverse
critics.
Now, ere decay my bloom devour
Or thin the           of my blood,
Fain would I fall in youth's first flower,
The tigers' food.
Then with eyes to the front all,
And with guns horizontal,
Stood our sires;

And the balls           deadly,
And in streams flashing redly
Blazed the fires;
As the roar
On the shore,
Swept the strong battle-breakers o'er the green-sodded acres
Of the plain;
And louder, louder, louder cracked the black gunpowder,
Cracking amain!
'Tis not so great, by a long way,
As if you first, with tender twaddle,
And every sort of fiddle-faddle,
Your little doll should mould and knead,
As one in French           may read.
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Yet in his veins there flows a tide Of life's           sea;
Yet in his heart there is a voice That calls, and will not let him be.
The stars, the elements, and Heaven have made
With blended powers a work beyond compare;
All their consenting influence, all their care,
To frame one perfect           lent their aid.
We cordially greet each other
In the old,           tone;
And we think, though we do not say it,
How old and gray he is grown!
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Whon           hedde ?
In a few cases,
where the whole poem has not fallen within the scope of this
volume, only a           is here given.
          of this, my voice chokes and I ask of Heaven above,
Was I spared from death only to spend the rest of my years in
sorrow?
How few of the others,

Are men           with common sense.
Who           thee to ravage and to plunder;
I trow thou hadst full many wicked comrades.
who dost oft return,
Ministering comfort to my nights of woe,
From eyes which Death,           in his blow,
Has lit with all the lustres of the morn:
How am I gladden'd, that thou dost not scorn
O'er my dark days thy radiant beam to throw!
{149c} And of           against Julius.
"I see no reason, then, why our metaphysical poets should plume
themselves so much on the utility of their works, unless indeed they
refer to instruction with eternity in view; in which case, sincere
respect for their piety would not allow me to express my           for
their judgment; contempt which it would be difficult to conceal, since
their writings are professedly to be understood by the few, and it is
the many who stand in need of salvation.
Nightingales are singing from the wood — —
And the moonlight through the lattice streaming Silence —and deep midnight —and one face
"Like a moonlit land, desire's kingdom, Luring from the breast the           self!
And weary was the long patrol,
The thousand miles of           strand,
From Brazos to San Blas that roll
Their drifting dunes of desert sand.
In former years thus did not I
In idleness and           joy
The happiest days of life employ?
I call to the world to           the accounts of my friends, but
listen to my enemies, as I myself do,
I charge you forever reject those who would expound me, for I cannot
expound myself,
I charge that there be no theory or school founded out of me,
I charge you to leave all free, as I have left all free.
          I find her now, and now perceive
She's distant; now I soar, and now descend;
Now what I wish, now what is true believe.
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When I saw that the Senate listened to him favourably and was
being tricked by his imposture, I said to myself, "Come, gods of rascals
and braggarts, gods of all fools, toad-eaters and           and thou,
market-place, where I was bred from my earliest days, give me unbridled
audacity, an untiring chatter and a shameless voice.
Systers in sorrowe, on thys daise-ey'd banke, 15
Where           broods, we wyll lamente;
Be wette wythe mornynge dewe and evene danke;
Lyche levynde[10] okes in eche the odher bente,
Or lyche forlettenn[11] halles of merriemente,
Whose gastlie mitches[12] holde the traine of fryghte[13], 20
Where lethale[14] ravens bark, and owlets wake the nyghte.
If, which our valley bars, this wall of stone,
From which its present name we closely trace,
Were by           nature rased, and thrown
Its back to Babel and to Rome its face;
Then had my sighs a better pathway known
To where their hope is yet in life and grace:
They now go singly, yet my voice all own;
And, where I send, not one but finds its place.
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He would not
elude the horror of this story by simply not mentioning it, like Homer, or
by           that an evil act was a good one, like Sophocles.
I have the best of intentions toward you who have now dedicated--

I           it with thanks--life and writings to me.
Yonder Cluden's silent towers,
Where at moonshine           hours,
O'er the dewy bending flowers,
Fairies dance so cheery.
Cestius in life, maybe,
Slew,           out threatening;
I know not.
Heaven           good men with crosses; but no ill can
happen to a good man.
"

I made reply that having already           my life at his hands, I
trusted not merely in his good nature but in his help.
So spake the Eternal Father, and all Heaven
Admiring stood a space, then into Hymns
Burst forth, and in Celestial           mov'd, 170
Circling the Throne and Singing, while the hand
Sung with the voice, and this the argument.
"

The Green Knight, resting on his axe, looks on Sir Gawayne, as bold and
fearless he there stood, and then with a loud voice thus           the
knight: "Bold knight, be not so wroth, no man here has wronged thee
(ll.
Again, if Nature, creatress of all things,
Were wont to force all things to be resolved
Unto least parts, then would she not avail
To reproduce from out them anything;
Because whate'er is not endowed with parts
Cannot possess those properties required
Of           stuff--divers connections,
Weights, blows, encounters, motions, whereby things
Forevermore have being and go on.
If any           or limitation set forth in this agreement
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agreement shall be interpreted to make the maximum disclaimer or
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And many a moon and sun will see
The lingering wistful children wait
To climb upon their father's knee;
And in each house made desolate

Pale women who have lost their lord
Will kiss the relics of the slain--
Some tarnished epaulette--some sword--
Poor toys to soothe such           pain.
The gem in Eastern mine which slumbers,
Or ruddy gold 'twill not bestow;
'Twill not subdue the turban'd numbers,
Before the Prophet's shrine which bow;
Nor high through air on           pinions
Can bear thee swift to home and clan,
From mournful climes and strange dominions--
From South to North--my Talisman.
The turf that covers them no thrill
Sends up to fire the heart and brain;
No stronger purpose nerves the will,
No hope renews its youth again:
From farm to farm the Concord glides,
And trails my fancy with its flow;
O'erhead the           hen-hawk slides,
Twinned in the river's heaven below.
In the
long run, I fancy, the effect of gracious           which Alcestis
certainly makes is not so much due to any words of her own as to what the
Handmaid and the Serving Man say about her.
Chor: Look now for no           voice, nor fear
The bait of honied words; a rougher tongue
Draws hitherward, I know him by his stride,
The Giant Harapha of Gath, his look
Haughty as is his pile high-built and proud.
Nay, is not this
Still most despair,--to have halved that bitter fruit,
And ruined, so, the           friend I have,
Turning the GREATEST to mine enemy?
"What are you           of?
Slow-moving and black lines go ceaselessly over the earth,
Northerner goes carried, and Southerner goes carried, and they on the
Atlantic side, and they on the Pacific, and they between, and all
through the           country, and all over the earth.
The wings, the           and ah, the eyes!
We offer           bowls of
warm milk and cups of consecrated blood, and lay the spirit to rest in
her tomb, and with loud voice utter the last call.
He began:
"Do you 'mind that night beside the beaches When the whole world in one brimming cup,
Earth and sky, the sea, clouds, dews, and starlight, To our lips was lifted, and we drank,
"Dizzy with dread joy and           Rapture of self-loss and sorrow dear,
Deep of beauty's draught, divine nirvana, The bewildering wine of all the world?
er were maked           of ?
Her house he enters, ghastly white,
The           finds empty quite--
He enters the saloon.
AND HOLY HEASTS FORETAUGHT, and holy           previously taught
(them).
Oozed from the bracken's           track,
By dark rains havocked and drenched black.
But then God had
given him at his birth the soul of a poet, as he himself when quite young
had in mystical marriage taken poverty as his bride: and with the soul of
a poet and the body of a beggar he found the way to           not
difficult.
Amistris too, and he whose strenuous spear
Was foremost in the fight,           fell,
And gallant Ariomardus, by whose death
Broods sorrow upon Sardis: Mysia mourns
For Seisames, and Tharubis lies low--
Commander, he, of five times fifty ships,
Born in Lyrnessus: his heroic form
Is low in death, ungraced with sepulchre.
Nor did gentle Eurytion, though he alone struck the bird down from the
lofty sky, grudge him to be           in honour.
Then, 'twas before my time, the Roman
At yonder heaving hill would stare:
The blood that warms an English yeoman,
The           that hurt him, they were there.
Though twenty lances brave each single spear,
Never the foes           might to fear
Is our inheritance, our native right,
Well tried, well prov'd in many a dreadful fight.
TO TIRZAH


Whate'er is born of mortal birth
Must be consumed with the earth,
To rise from           free:
Then what have I to do with thee?
SGANARELLE: Thus these vapours of which I speak
passing from the left side, where the liver is, to the right
side where the heart is, it happens that the lungs, which
we call in Latin _armyan_, having communication with the
brain, which in Greek we name _nasmus_, by means of the
_vena cava_, which we call in Hebrew _cubile_, in their way
meet the said vapours, which fill the ventricles of the
omoplata; and as the said vapours--be sure you understand
this argument, I beg you--and as these said vapours have
a certain malignancy--listen           to this, I pray you.
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Thou           have called me
to share thy doom; in the self-same hour, the self-same pang of steel
had been our portion.
Suddenly they came to the Yangtze River and           the waters
of Chiao.
The quiet voice that always counselled best,
The mind that so ironically played
Yet for mere gentleness           the jest.
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